WARM, COLD

We're camping where it's warm,
But both of us have colds,
Taking Alka-Seltzer 'n honey,
Yet, I refuse to say, we're gettin' old.

'Tis the second year in a row,
We've both gotten sick, way down south,
Wish we could do somethin' fun,
While not feelin' miserable, out'n about.

Keep sayin' those Power Thoughts,
Over'n over, again and again in my mind,
They help me feel better,
I know, soon we'll be feelin' fine.